[ There's nothing wrong with a reserved nature; Angela's always found them to be more observant of their surroundings and others, and even empathizing deeply. When he's caught up processing everything she throws at him, though, she begins to slow down further from an already amiable pacing with a hint of apology, taking the time to nibble her own cookie down in fractions. ]
It's a pleasure to meet you, Carl. Everything I've done has been in the medical field; I was head of surgery at a prominent hospital in Switzerland fresh out of medical school in my early 20s, then I joined an international peace organization that was interested in my research— nanotechnology used for healing. I'd had success in lab-grown skin grafts and other such things used in restorative surgeries, like for burn victims, and I went on to apply my skills to things like prosthetics and cybernetics for limb replacements. Organ repair and replacement. Much of it was applied in various wars and militia fallout; I worked in war relief for many years as well. So again, a little bit of everything.
[ She'll give him a few moments for that to sink in, and she's open to questions if he needed clarification and wished to ask after any particular detail; Angela overshares in the soft hope that others will rise to the occasion and open up much the same— a technique that worked more often than not. Likewise, she isn't convinced there's a single person here that truly does believe in Santa, no matter which flavor he may come in across the countries, but her friend is happy and those receiving whatever little things he offers are left the better in spirit for it. The religious aspect nor the holiday itself had any real impact on the sincerity of the action. He is giving whatever he has to others, and he is joyful while doing so, spreading like an epidemic in all those who hear that booming laugh of his. Even Angela can't keep herself from smiling every time she hears him in the background, and he is a man who laughed openly and often. She takes no offense if he's perceived as weird, because she knew better than anyone that he's an odd man to begin with. But his heart is in the right place. ]
It's German for "Father Christmas"; you were off to a good start. My friend's real name is Reinhardt. He's a good man; he was one of the founding members of the organization I mentioned.
And what about you, Carl? You've been carefully letting me speak for quite some time. What were you getting up to before coming here, if I may ask?
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It's a pleasure to meet you, Carl. Everything I've done has been in the medical field; I was head of surgery at a prominent hospital in Switzerland fresh out of medical school in my early 20s, then I joined an international peace organization that was interested in my research— nanotechnology used for healing. I'd had success in lab-grown skin grafts and other such things used in restorative surgeries, like for burn victims, and I went on to apply my skills to things like prosthetics and cybernetics for limb replacements. Organ repair and replacement. Much of it was applied in various wars and militia fallout; I worked in war relief for many years as well. So again, a little bit of everything.
[ She'll give him a few moments for that to sink in, and she's open to questions if he needed clarification and wished to ask after any particular detail; Angela overshares in the soft hope that others will rise to the occasion and open up much the same— a technique that worked more often than not. Likewise, she isn't convinced there's a single person here that truly does believe in Santa, no matter which flavor he may come in across the countries, but her friend is happy and those receiving whatever little things he offers are left the better in spirit for it. The religious aspect nor the holiday itself had any real impact on the sincerity of the action. He is giving whatever he has to others, and he is joyful while doing so, spreading like an epidemic in all those who hear that booming laugh of his. Even Angela can't keep herself from smiling every time she hears him in the background, and he is a man who laughed openly and often. She takes no offense if he's perceived as weird, because she knew better than anyone that he's an odd man to begin with. But his heart is in the right place. ]
It's German for "Father Christmas"; you were off to a good start. My friend's real name is Reinhardt. He's a good man; he was one of the founding members of the organization I mentioned.
And what about you, Carl? You've been carefully letting me speak for quite some time. What were you getting up to before coming here, if I may ask?